Chapter 264 The Next Day Turned Out to Be an Ordinary Day

Anthony almost forgot that he had to go to class the next day. When he woke up, the sky was gloomy and the room was even darker. The Wraith Chicken stood beside him and tilted his head to look at him. Anthony stared at its red comb for a while, then remembered that this was not the weekend, and slowly sat up to get ready to wash up.

He didn't find the cat and mouse, so he just patted the Wraith Chicken gratefully and went downstairs to the hall to have breakfast. As soon as he entered the hall, he heard Lockhart's unmistakable voice happily recalling one of his adventures in Latvia. Lockhart wore a yellow, faintly reflective wizard's robe that complemented his golden wave-like hair. Professor Sprout sat next to him, frowning slightly and looking surprisingly impatient.

"Good morning, Pomona," Anthony said, sitting down next to her on the side without Lockhart. "Good morning, Professor Lockhart."

Professor Sprout looked relieved: "Oh, good morning, Henry. The weather is really bad today."

Anthony looked up at the dark clouded sky: "I'm afraid it's going to snow again. Do you have any plans today, Pomona?" He pulled his chair closer to the dining table and glanced around the food in front of him. He put a few sausages on his plate.

"The third-year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors have an Herbology class in the morning." Professor Sprout said. "As for the afternoon, Albus and Minerva agreed to give me the open space to the west of the Forbidden Forest to build a new building." "The greenhouse, I'm going to take a walk there and make some plans. What about you, Henry?"

Before Anthony could reply, Lockhart's gleaming smile interrupted them.

"Very well, Pomona, if you need some advice on architectural aesthetics and practical greenhouse construction, please don't be embarrassed to ask me." Lockhart said enthusiastically, "I know some very useful spells. Not only can it get rid of pests in the greenhouse, but it can also ensure that the plants grow more vigorously. Once, a Swindon housewife even wrote me eleven letters specifically for this purpose, telling me how much the spells helped her. You can’t imagine how happy and proud I am for her!”

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Professor Sprout said slightly coldly. Using the movement of holding a bottle of jam, he turned around covertly and firmly, facing Anthony, and smiled again, "Today's arrangements, Henry ?”

"Well..." Anthony said, "I have a fifth-year Gryffindor class in the morning, but it's not right next to breakfast. I'll probably go to the library in the afternoon. I made an appointment with the clerk at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. We went to the Leaky Cauldron over the weekend, just in time to ask him if he had seen any of the books Professor Flitwick mentioned. Speaking of which, Pomona, he told me, was there anything you were looking for? After the cleaning, they welcome people to buy unsalable books..."

"Oh, slow-selling books." Lockhart naturally joined their conversation, "I really feel sorry for those wizards. Sometimes, fame is so inexplicable - I must say, the best-seller list is enough for me. Satisfied, not to mention six months in a row! Flourish and Blotts tells me this is a record..."

"That's great, Professor Lockhart," Anthony said helplessly.

"Yeah, I'm really happy for you, Gilderoy." Professor Sprout said perfunctorily, continuing to answer Anthony's question, "Of course, Henry, thank you for reminding me. I think I just wrote it a week or two ago Make a shopping list and I can look for it when I get back to the office.”

Anthony nodded and took a sip of pumpkin juice: "Great, as long as you remember to tell me before the weekend."

"I will." Professor Sprout promised, raising his head and greeting Snape who came over, "Good morning, Severus."

"Good morning, Professor Snape." Anthony nodded to him. Even after what had clearly been a sleep-deprived night, Snape looked much the same as usual. His expensive wizard robes had been replaced by his usual dark wizard robes.

"Good morning." Snape said simply, passing by them and sitting on the other side of the staff table across five empty seats.

Professor Sprout looked past Lockhart cheerfully and said to Snape: "It's rare to see you come up to breakfast with us, Severus. Has anything good happened?"

"Good things? No, as usual, nothing at all," Snape said, grabbing a bowl of oatmeal. "On the contrary, something worse happened."

Professor Sprout asked with concern: "What? What's wrong?"

Lockhart said: "One thing I often tell people is to find the positive side in a bad place. Imagine if I just lamented and cried when facing the female ghost, I might never be able to Get out of that house..."

"The Wolfsbane potion has been improved," Snape said gloomily, "This morning's Potions Weekly."

Professor Sprout smiled sympathetically, "Well, Severus, I guess this means you're staying up late again trying new recipes?"

"No." Snape looked even more gloomy, "This means that the paper I am writing can be stopped. Damocles Belby and I have made almost the same improvement plan."

"Oops." Professor Sprout said regretfully, "You should have been able to increase your chances of winning the Lifetime Achievement Award this year with that improved paper, right? But Damocles is the inventor of Wolfsbane Potion …I mean, of course he's going to come up with improvements, but it's pretty amazing that you can come up with something that's almost the same on your own, Severus."

"Tsk, I must say, if you all read my Wanderings with Werewolves, you will have a clearer understanding of werewolves." Lockhart interjected, "I don't mean to brag, but there are very few people who can be as good as I also have such close contact with werewolves, let alone witness the transformation of werewolves, or fight with transformed werewolves..."

Snape stared at Lockhart. From the look in his eyes, Anthony was a little worried that Peter Pettigrew wouldn't be the only body carefully hidden by the house elves.

"Professor Snape?" Anthony interrupted Lockhart and raised his voice and asked, "Do you have any books that you need to buy from Flourish and Blotts? I have an appointment with the clerk at Flourish and Blotts this weekend, and he is very happy to drop by. Provide some unsaleable books.”

Lockhart smiled brightly: "However, you are unlikely to find my name in the slow-selling books. Professor Snape, if you want to buy a copy of "Wandering with Werewolves" - of course, I can also Here's a copy for you - I think all the collector's editions have been sold out, but the paperbacks should still be flowing from publishers to bookstores, so, unfortunately, if you want to collect them, I guess you'll have to. It took a little effort...but isn't that what the saying goes? No pain, no gain." He winked at Snape.

"Professor Anthony," Snape said.

"Huh?" Anthony said.

"Thank you very much. I just need some books that are really useful." Snape said coldly. "I believe that most of them are slow-selling books. As far as I know, many stupid wizards cannot appreciate books that require subtlety." Books that are full of understanding and wisdom, and pursue books that are full of stupidity and nonsense..." The corner of his mouth twisted, "Paper."

"Uh... okay," Anthony said, "Just give me the list before the weekend."

…

After Anthony entered the classroom, he was surprised to notice that the atmosphere in the class was a bit dull. Gryffindor had always been the most active of all his classes, and except for the hottest days of summer, he had never seen them sitting behind their desks like this.

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked, placing the unchanging coconut sorbet on the podium. "What happened? You don't look very happy."

A student sitting in the front row sighed and said gloomily: "It's okay, Professor Anthony, let's see what the Muggles are going to do today."

"Really?" Anthony said, glancing at the students under the podium, "Okay, let's review Muggle transportation today and add some Muggle geography knowledge at the same time."

…

He stopped mid-sentence. The students would mutter "airplane" when he asked "What is a Muggle's means of flying?" but he bet at least half of them were distracted.

"Seriously, what happened?" Anthony asked, stepping down from the podium. "You guys look upset. What was your last class?"

"Charms." One student replied, "With Slytherin." She said the second half with gritted teeth, so Anthony probably guessed where the story was going.

This is also true. Following this girl, like a flood bursting, the students began to talk and complain that the Slytherin students deliberately floated the tables and chairs above their heads during the Charms review, and then pretended not to. Drop them as if holding them firmly.

Of course, not to be outdone, they turned around and poured water all over Slytherin during practice. Several people pretended to be panicked and wanted to clean up the Slytherins who had accidentally spilled their ink, but as Anthony read from the book, cleaning up was not a spell that could definitely be used on the human body. .

For example, if you clean up your hand, nothing too serious may happen, but if there is an "accidental" deviation when aiming, whose mouth is aimed at (from the narrative, Anthony will Say that sounds like a Slytherin student), bubbles will pop out of the other person's mouth and gag them.

"Professor Flitwick was very unhappy," said the Gryffindor. "He deducted thirty points from each of our houses and made us copy 'I am a fifth year, not a Cornish elf.' Ten times.”

"Well..." Anthony said, feeling that he could completely imagine Professor Flitwick screaming and jumping up and down on the podium, stopping the students several times, "But, no matter what, you really shouldn't be in the Charms class. Fighting - I don’t mean you can fight after class.”

"Yes, we were supposed to fight in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." He heard a student lying on his stomach beside him whisper to his classmate, "It's hard to imagine that I actually miss Quirrell. At least he We will not refuse our offer of practical training.”

Anthony recalled with some amusement the incredulous expression on Sirius' face when Dumbledore and Sirius mentioned that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last semester was Voldemort. He didn't know what this group of students would think of this news.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen." Anthony clapped his hands to draw the students' attention back, "I'm sorry to hear that your Charms class is not going well, but I think it's time to take a look at the Muggles again. After-" he looked at the time, "-ten minutes of complaining, I guess you should feel more comfortable?"

The students who scolded Slytherin looked at each other and laughed.

"Yes, Professor Anthony." One of them said, "Now can we go back to the story of the ship?"

...

"Yes, I'm glad to see that you remember that Muggles are not only happy to see steel flying in the sky, they are also very happy to float steel on the water. Does anyone remember what this part is called?"

"Engine?" A student said, flipping through his notes.

"Yes, very good." Anthony nodded approvingly and took out another photo, "How about this one?"

"Fan?"

"Great! It seems I don't need to spend too much time on this part, huh?"

The student who answered said a little embarrassedly: "I participated in the practical activities, professor. I have seen what it looks like."

Another student said: "But I have never experienced a ship, Professor Anthony. Can we go on a ship for the next practical activity?"

Anthony pondered: "You have never been on a ship?" Considering that the means of transportation to Azkaban is a small wooden boat, Anthony thought this was very common for wizards.

"I've been there, but not on a ship," the student said. "I've never tried floating on a very large piece of steel."

"I'll consider it." Anthony nodded, and then suddenly reacted amid the collective cheers of the students, "But this year is your O.W.Ls year. Professor Bubaji warned me not long ago that if I dared to let students with grades below O enter the advanced class under such simple test conditions, she would duel with me." He looked at the students with wide eyes below, "I dare not say no. She has too many titles."

In the corner, a student said with determination: "Okay, I'll try."

Anthony smiled and said, "Thank you."